Saturday, September 10, 2016

Miracle Miles

For those that know me (and maybe you could guess even if you don't) you know that I'm a bit of a Disney addict. It's my mom's fault really. My first ten years of my life were basically spent at Disneyland - she would regularly pull us out of school for "mental health days" and our mental health would be appropriately restored at The Mouse's House. I don't think I ever watched TV but I breathed Disney movies. When I was thirteen my dad asked me what my favorite radio station was and when I told him "Radio Disney" he guffawed and said "No you must listen to real music - " but he was cut short because my mom gently gave him the classic wife lays hand on husband's leg which translates to stop now or you will perish. The act did not go unnoticed and I remember that moment clearly, because it's when I suddenly realized I had no life. (In case you are curious, I became a jazz lover... but mostly because the jazz stations often play incredible arrangements of Disney songs; but when they are jazzified you can feel grown up about listening to them.)

As an adult I get to relive the Disney magic all over again as I indoctrinate my children. (I'm joking, indoctrinate... such a strong word... I'd never... such a jokester.) Though there are a few questionable motifs that I grimace at now (hello racism, sexism, ableism) that were unfortunately reflective of the times, probably the number one theme running throughout the Disney platform is to believe. Believe in yourself, believe in the magic, believe that good triumphs over evil, believe in the happily ever after. So call it a coincidence, Pixie Dust or the Fairy Godmother, but I think Walt's eyes are twinkling, because after our previous resolution to believe in miracles we added a few magic feathers to Miracle Miles' hat. 

When Miles was at Seattle Children's Hospital he had a few ultrasounds done on his kidneys. The results were disheartening as the technicians said both his kidneys were littered with innumerable cysts indicating he had Polycystic Kidney Disease. Though his kidneys were functioning normally despite their heavy tumor burden, we were all nervous about kidney failure during his recovery from heart surgery and monitored his kidneys closely. The cysts could stay the same, or they could grow and multiply. We were told that he would most likely start having kidney problems in early childhood and then would need a kidney transplant, but as with everything with TSC just wait and watch for the problems to start. Fast forward two months and we went to see the nephrologist our TSC expert doc recommended at Swedish. As the ultrasound technician worked on Miles I started getting that jittery feeling, fearing the worst as she was simply taking too long. Finally she remarked, "I can't find any cysts"... wait what? They sent in the head ultrasound tech who came in and looked for herself and found only one 2-mm cyst if she looked really hard. Again I didn't believe it, I had seen the other ultrasounds showing horribly unhealthy kidneys. When the nephrologist came to talk with us she was flabbergasted. She agreed that there was only one cyst but couldn't accept that they had just disappeared as that never happens. After discussing with Seattle Children's, the radiologists and the other nephrologists they decided that it was possible that different ultrasound technologies between Seattle Childrens and Swedish could account for missing some of the cysts, but quite frankly we had seen some sort of miracle as most of the cysts must have disappeared. We have a follow up ultrasound in two months with Seattle Children's to determine exactly the degree of our miracle and look forward to reporting back with hopefully a very miraculous bill of health. 

Now the brain. You've probably noticed we've spent a few nights at the hospital lately doing EEG's. You may be wondering if we are psychotically paranoid parents and I can assure you the answer is yes. This is the disease of paranoia because in the world of seizures anything just a little off can be a seizure and seizures untreated are extremely detrimental to a child's health and development. Infantile spasms are NOT to be messed with. Identifying and treating them should be deemed an emergency (and is for any well-informed hospital) and TSC is one of the leading genetic causes for infantile spasms. The problem with infantile spasms, however, is they are often extremely subtle moro-reflex like movements and most doctors would write them off as reflux or startling until they have become full blown spasms usually many days or weeks later.  We have been trained over and over on how to identify infantile spasms and we are treating Miles preemptively with vigabatrin since he was at such high risk but we are told to still keep on alert and video tape anything he does that's suspect. We send in the video, the neurologists review and they let us know what to do. 

Unfortunately, Miles does weird things. A few weeks ago the video we sent landed us in the emergency room. At the time the EEG showed no seizures but still major warning signs for future seizures. This was the video we sent the doctors earlier this week that brought us back in for another VEEG.  Oddly, it's the little small spasms at the beginning of the video that look most like an infantile spasm, but the big one at the end is the one that makes you really nervous that something neurological is happening here. In case the video isn't loading on your page - you can also check it out here


(And in case there are any other Disney addicts out there, yes that is music from Tangled playing in the background.)


After another long 30 hours (this time dad stayed the night, my passive aggressive photo comment on one of the last blogs totally paid off) we heard another miracle. Miles has a normal EEG. He isn't having seizures, and his brain doesn't show any brain damage any more. We don't know if we can attribute this to the vigabatrin, faith, or something even bigger, but for whatever the reason his brain is processing normally. We are increasing his vigabatrin dosage just to keep in line with his growth and will keep him on it until he is at least two years old. We still need to be vigilant watching for seizures and will do regular EEG's but we have definitely seen another miracle and I think we can relax a bit. As for that video - well it signed us up for an appointment to see a pediatric gastroenterologist because yowser that's quite the reflux reaction and these kids can grow tumors in the weirdest places. 

I can't believe how difficult it's been for me to accept these miracles. I keep trying to discount them one way or other and I think it would be absurd for me to wish away his brain tumors because that is simply not possible, but it would have been equally as absurd to wish away his kidney cysts, and yet... 

"If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme.
 When you wish upon a star as dreamers do, fate is kind."



Thursday, September 1, 2016

TSC Warrior

When I was in grade school and learned about war I had a failsafe plan in place in the event I was ever sent to battle: play dead. I was absolutely flummoxed why more soldiers didn't just lie down on the battlefield, hold still and wait out the storm. Though it seemed noble to be brave, who wanted to be noble and dead? Yup. I had a plan. I was going to master that war thing when one day I was unwillingly forced into the draft. I was going to play dead.

Life moved on. That ever-pending fear of being called to war drifted away with adolescence and one day I was basically too old for the draft. I was safe.

At our doctors urging, when we first learned about TSC we signed up for the Tuberous Sclerosis Alliance. We were put off instantly with their two catch phrases: "Give everything but up" and "TSC Warrior." What sort of kick me while I'm down slogans are those anyway? I didn't want to give everything but up. I didn't want a warrior for a baby. I didn't want to go to war. I said no thanks, turned away, and for the last three months I did just what I figured I always would: I played dead. I expected the worse, I prepared for defeat and decided I just had to hide and do the best I could to survive. I really really wanted to play dead.

But this isn't just my war. When Miles looks up at me with those deep trusting eyes and a full-body smile so radiant it topples him off balance, I am reminded that he also got drafted into this war. If I play dead, who will fight for him? If I play dead, will we live each day in fear, running and hiding? If I constantly bemoan the ugliness of war who will teach him that even in war life is beautiful?

Miles, I will fight for you. I promise to bring joy to this battle. I will teach you that the deepest relationships are forged in the deepest trenches. I will show you that even after our most tumultous days, the stars come out and in their gentle, languid permanence they are magical. We will meet exceptional people, some in battle themselves, others only there to help, heal or protect, and they too will fight for you.  There will be pain, there will be terrible days, but I promise to point out every glimpse of the veracious and steady ocean shimmering through the smoke.  Our legs will grow weary with marching but our knees will grow stronger with praying. We will tell captivating stories and become the best listeners.  You and me kid, we will see the world in a way world travelers never will.

I am hoping and praying we get stationed in Tahiti, shoot I'd even settle for Disneyland Paris, but wherever we end up, no matter the battles we face I won't stop fighting for a transfer, a better life, or even just a laughing moment. I promise to focus on the things you can do, and never give up on tomorrow. I will wish upon every star and believe in every miracle. Turns out I will give everything but up to ensure you are living not just staying alive. Miles, I will never leave you on your own, we've been sent off to war, but I will fight for us.

(Click here for more pictures from our recent family photo shoot)

Family Pictures

We have a friend and neighbor that just started a photography business and she took some cherished pictures of the family. I love my boys and their contagious smiles. I also love these pictures because my hair is washed and I have makeup on and that is definitely something worth documenting. Check out Christina Servin Photographs if you are looking for a great photographer who is quick, low key, great with kids and a delight to work with in every way.

Here are some favorites: